100 Days With Mr Romero

I woke up to the disturbing ringtone of my phone, I had tried to ignore the call and keep on sleeping, but whoever was calling wasn’t ready to give up. Without looking at the caller ID I answered. It was Lily.

“Hey girl, where are you?” Her cheery voice came off.

“Lily?” I croaked out, my eyes widening at how horrifying I sound.

“Girl, you sound like you have a dick down your throat!” Lily said in between laughs.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

I rolled my eyes sitting up. “What’s wrong with having a dick down my throat?” I gave a heavy yawn.

“Crazy! Anyways, I just called to remind you that you have something called work, you know, the thing you do to earn money.”

Fuck, I had totally forgotten about that. “Lily I can’t come in today, please cover up for me.”

“Cover up for you?” I heard her mutter. “Girl wake up!” she screamed into the phone. “What happened to you, where are you?”

“Fine! I’m up, no need to kill my ear drums.” I rubbed my eyes, the fact that I don’t work at the bar again hitting me. I scrunched my eyes as I look round the room, trying to remember where I was.

Gideon.

“Emily? Where are you?”

“At Gideon’s.”

I screeched, nearly throwing my phone away from the loud scream that came from Lily. “What are you doing there?” she shouted. “Fuck, did you two have sex again?”

I groaned in pain, Lily could be really loud. “Lily, I can’t speak now, my head is throbbing badly, how about we meet up later?”

“Can you at least give me an address so I can come meet you?” I thought about it for a moment, the wedding planner would be coming today, it would be best if I went to meet her instead. “Emily?” she called when she didn’t get a reply from me.

“Uh, how about we meet up at the coffee house, there, I will tell you everything.”

“Fine,” she said. “I have to go, be there by eight.”

I sighed stretching my legs with a loud yawn, lately the only thing I’ve been best at doing is sleeping. My tummy grumbled and I got up to go get some food, I can’t sleep peacefully on a empty stomach. I grabbed some fruits, chips, chocolate and orange juice from the fridge then went up to my room quickly before anyone else who might be in the house saw me. There was no one in the house though, it was just the house help I had seen so far.

I started a marathon on drama series Teen Wolf, one of the reasons I had started watching the series was to thirst on Tyler Hoeclin, but after two episodes, I had gotten really engaged in the series. After few episodes, I began to feel really sleep and decided to rest my eyes for awhile.

Estelle who was Gideon’s help had been the one to wake me up later in the afternoon, she had come to tell me the wedding planner was waiting for me downstairs. I had jumped up excited, rushing into the bathroom to freshen up. It was only after I stepped out from the bathroom I remembered I was supposed to be at work.

I shrugged, I will call the office later with some stupid excuse, hopefully they will pardon me because of my baby. I threw on a large sweater and sweatpants and hurried downstairs. I saw a lady standing by the door. The first words that could come to my head when I laid eyes on her was ‘Plastic Bimbo’. She probably wasn’t even plastic, but she just gave off this Barbie vibe. She was busy with her phone, her long blonde hair packed in a ponytails, her nails were super long and I just wondered how she typed so fast with it. She wore a crop top with short mini skirt, definitely not something a ‘wedding planner’ should be wearing for business. But I was thought never to judge someone because of their appearance, so I shoved down any negative feelings I might have about her.

“Hi,” I greeted with a smile walking over to her. “You must be the wedding planner Gideon talked about?”

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes eyeing me from head to toes. I coughed nervously, looking down at myself also, to check if there was something on me. “You’re the new girl?”

New girl? I don’t understand what she meant by that. “Sorry?”

“I’m Ciara.” She stepped forward stretching her right hand forth for a handshake. “Gideon’s ex.”

My entire insides froze. “What? His ex?” seeing that what she said got to me, she gave a cynical smile and nodded.

The bastard brought his fucking ex to be my wedding planner!